The Intern

10

She’d certainly never been f****d the way she needed.

“I can’t stop thinking about what you’re going to do to me.” She rubbed around my crown as though she were using her tongue. “How to even prepare myself for it.”

My size, my power—I wasn’t average.

And she wasn’t the first woman to infer that.

So, I responded, “You mean, the pain?”

“That, yes.”

I hummed against her skin, “I’ll be gentle … at first.”

“But also how you’re going to make me feel.” She swallowed. “How loud I’m going to scream.”

I pulled her bra down to expose her tit, taking the peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardness. I gnawed and then licked, a pattern of inflicting pain and then calming with pleasure.

That was what she did to me, what she caused—this urge to hurt and heal.

To own and mark.

She had a body that was everything I wanted.

She wasn’t lanky and flat and straight.

Hannah had curves.

A body I would kill to see in the light, to watch the way her skin glowed as I kissed it, how she would dip and arch each time I plunged inside her.

But I wasn’t going to get that right now.

Right now, all I could do was graze my way across her and memorize each spot, like her c**t that I couldn’t stop rubbing.

Aside from her mouth, a woman’s p***y couldn’t manipulate the truth. It couldn’t lie. It couldn’t deceive.

A cunt told you exactly the way a woman was feeling.

And Hannah’s was f*****g screeching.

Begging.

Yearning.

“Declan …” She gasped. “Ahhh.”

So far, I hadn’t gone in farther than my knuckle. But I pushed in deeper, curving upward, twisting, turning until I felt her G-spot. The second I touched it, I earned myself a howl louder than any she’d released so far.

“Oh God.” Her hand stilled on my c**k, squeezing. “What are you doing to me?”

I didn’t know why my lips went to hers.

Why I wanted to feel the softness of them once again.

Why I wanted to taste her exhales.

But I locked us together, inhaling each of her breaths, rotating our tongues.

Hannah. f**k.

She thought I was doing something to her … but she was the one doing something to me.

Her fingers dropped from my d**k, and her arms circled my neck, pulling me closer. The moment our lips parted, her head leaned against the wall, my mouth falling to her throat, feeling the purr that thrummed inside.

“I need to feel you come.”

She wasn’t far.

Every sign in her body told me that.

I left her throat and leaned down farther to take her n****e into my mouth, biting the end, sucking it as though she were feeding me. With my palm pressed against her c**t, I worked my finger in and out, tapping that spot deep inside her, adding a second finger when she began to tighten more.

“Declan …” Her nails stabbed the back of my neck, her body becoming slack. It only took a few more seconds before her moans turned higher, her wetness thickening as it coated my fingers.

“f**k yes, Hannah.” I picked up speed. “Give me that f*****g orgasm.”

As a wave of shudders moved through her, fluttering her muscles and limbs, every exhale turned into a pant. She eventually became silent, her body frozen until a swish of air exited her lips, ending in, “What the f**k was that?”

“The very beginning,” I growled. “That’s all that was.”

As I pulled my fingers out, her thong moved back to its original place.

A place that was in the way.

I held the lace strings at her sides and tore them off her, tucking the flimsy fabric into my pocket where I’d stored the condom. With the metal foil now in my hand, I bit off the corner of the packet and placed the rubber on her palm.

“Put this on me.”

It had been minutes since she’d touched my c**k, and the moment she returned to it, she spread the bead of pre-c*m that glistened at the tip.

She didn’t roll the condom over me.

Instead, she surrounded me with both hands and bobbed up and down my shaft, holding on tightly, mimicking what her p***y was going to do.

“f**k”—I pressed my forehead against hers—“yes.”

A hand wasn’t normally enough for me, but Hannah’s strokes felt incredible. So much so that I had to repay the favor, lunging back into her p***y—a spot still so f*****g wet that she soaked my finger.

Typically, I never would have taken this long to bury myself inside a woman.

I certainly wouldn’t be moaning over a hand job.

But I was lost.

Lost in the way her p***y sucked in my finger.

Lost in the way this gorgeous girl was making me feel.

Lost in the way I was craving to taste her wetness.

I didn’t know where the latter had come from. My mouth never dipped below the belly button of a woman I was having a one-night stand with.

If I was going to eat a p***y, that p***y was going to be mine.

Forever.

But I was quickly learning that Hannah was breaking every rule.

Especially as I found myself on my knees, the longing to taste her so overwhelming that I couldn’t fight it.

My fingers left her, and I placed my nose at the top of her c**t, taking a long, deep inhale. “Just what I thought … fuck.”

A scent so sweet that I would lust for it every day.

A scent I’d never be able to get enough of.

Her hand dug into my hair, shouting, “Oh f**k,” as I gave her the first swipe.

That one was just for me—to know if I’d been a fool to kneel on this f*****g pavement or if it was the best decision I’d made tonight.

And, goddamn it, it was.

The flavor of her cunt melted over my tongue.

It was so strong, so perfect that my eyes closed, my c**k f*****g throbbing.

This girl was a dream.

Now, I needed to stop being so selfish and make this about her.

My two fingers returned to their spot deep inside her, thrusting in and out, while I licked across her c**t. Every few laps, I swallowed the heaviness of her arousal, the deliciousness enticing me to go faster.

“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t breathe. Oh my God.”

That was what I wanted.

To take away her air, to make her feel so f*****g good that she was as lost as I was.

She was twisting my locks, shoving her cunt against my mouth.